Fatal Attraction (Jamaican Novel)

•Chapter 41•

Two weeks later||Manhattan,New York||Friday||3:15 P.M

Tanoi Cunningham

Dre tussles around the room with his sneakers trying to get them off. I snicker from the couch, watching as he struggles with himself.

He went out all morning to do something for Dad and just got back.

Dad sent us here last week after I left the hospital and the babies were okay enough to leave.

I'm surprised they were alright, all thanks to Morrison.

He traveled with us along with a pediatrician to make sure everything was okay with us.

They both left yesterday to go back down to do some things for Dad.

Him have everybody a work since last week.

See him a use Dre now fi meet him associates, him smart enough and understand the simple tasks.

"Sly!" Dre calls out, he walks over to me with a grin.

Why him so loud?!.

"Him just wake" I tell him, he fans me off taking Kymani from me.

Him and Uncle Jerry name Kymani 'Sly' and Armani 'Capo', mi nuh know weh dem get dem name deh from.

So far Dre pick favorites with Kymani, and him also pick Dre because him cuda start fuss and as soon as Dre reach in him stop, like him know Dre ago take him.

Too young fi a pick favorites when a English feed dem.

Armani get the sleeping from me, while his brother is up most of the time, he's sleeping.

Might be too early but I'm starting to think Kymani will be the chaotic one.

"Him ugly like him Daddy" Dre remarks walking away with his nephew.

"Not because we no sure if yaah jacket" I answer, he laughs in response.

I got up from the couch, seeing Dre's shadow disappearing on the balcony.

Him love fi go out desso.

Armani was asleep on the bed next to Chey, she naah miss up no opportunity fi travel wid me.

We changed the penthouse to an upscale mansion, per Dre's request.

Swear, him find every chance fi use him fada money.

Dad not even argue wid him, just find the place and pay for it, say sumn about buying it for Dre if he liked it enough.

This part of Manhattan was peaceful and quiet, not too much noise, dogs rarely barked in the neighborhood and there's not much to do other than sit in the house, eat, sleep and repeat.

Except for me, I have to be up for therapy by 4:00 P.M in the evening, I don't have to leave the house though, my therapist comes over and does his job.

So far therapy was good, I've started having nightmares about Imani and that night, therapy helps with that, I kind of got used to it and I don't panic as much when I wake up.

I can't react to it the way I should because of some psychological issue, apparently the part of my brain that should react wasn't doing its job.

I'm relieved, I would rather have the nightmares for a while then get over them.

My therapist said I developed PTSD but it doesn't show.

Basically I'm supposed to be in a mental institution because of the things I've told him, he's been with me since I was a child.